Ken travels a good bit for work. Sometimes it’s just a one nighter here or there, and then other times he’ll be gone for weeks at a time. I don’t love it when he’s gone, but after fifteen years of marriage, I’ve learned to deal. I can pretty much handle the kids and the day to day duties that keep this family running, but after awhile even I have a breaking point.
I recently reached that point sometime near the end of last year (which might also help explain my lapse from blogging).
“I need a break,” I announced one evening around Christmas, “and I don’t think a date night is going to cut it. I mean, a real break where I have to get on a plane and I have a chance to actually miss the kids.” I think it’s good for a mommy to miss her children every once in a while. It’s makes me a better mom.
“That’s fine. I could use a vacation too. You plan it, and I’ll be there.”
And so that’s how I found myself in Arizona a few weeks ago staring at this: Continue Reading…